Tongue Tied

Today was supposed to be one of those Big Days Where Bret Gets A Lot Of Stuff Done (BDWBGALOSD), just like last night was supposed to be. And to be honest, I think I really did get quite a bit accomplished ... just probably not what I should have been getting accomplished. It's a standard practice for me, really. When faced with mountains of tasks and schoolwork, I'll do all the random tasks before even thinking about the schoolwork. I know I'm not alone, and this is probably a tired cliche among college kids. But things can't become cliches without having at least some true application, right?

At any rate, Wesley stuff is winding down, and class stuff is winding up (or at least, I'm self-imposing some wind-up on my classes so I don't get behind so early in the semester). Most of this is simple reading ... so far. I do have one class that is absolutely terrifying me, however, and that is Creative Writing. Anyone who knows me knows that I can write, and that I enjoy doing it, but I really feel like I'm outclassed in this situation. I'm more than likely letting my fear of writing total crap get in the way of writing anything at all, which is one of the first no-no's. We'll see how this turns out as the semester progresses. I may use this blog as a testing ground for some of my writings, a la Wil Wheaton and probably some others. My writing tonight is rushed, at any rate, because I'm tired and need to get back to reading.

However, because I like having something fun for you to look at during these entries, and since this blog isn't that structured anyway, here's some counts for today:

Number of iPod headphones: 5
Number of popped polo collars: 3
Number of comfy sweatpants bought at outlet sale: 1
Number of Pocket Rocket scooters sat on: 1

Yes, that's right, I saw someone else with one of those scooters I spotted a few weeks ago: Wesley's very own John H.! This tickled me to no end, since he used it to come over here to drop something off tonight. Another mystery solved, since I now know what they're called! He let me sit on it, but apparently it's his friend's. He's currently trying to get another of his friends to buy one, so he can justify getting one to form a gang. Sounds good to me, though I'd have to think about what such a gang could be named...